Characters With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

Max and Kendra were quick to defend Alina, always coming to her rescue but I had a feeling she didn't really need it. As the weeks past, I began training myself again My parents helped where they could. For the first time ever I had seen both my parents in angelic form. My mother was beautiful, a yellow glow shining of her wings. They were pure white but shimmered as they caught the rays of the sun. My mother had to wear a dress with a deep back so she could have her wings out. Every female angel had to wear something similar to that to accommodate their wings because they obviously couldn't fly half-naked. Her wings were slightly bigger than her, the ends touching the ground.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

Strong feathered wings clad his back, but even though he resembles the serene creatures depicted in our churches, angels are nothing short of terrifying. They are human-eating creatures with an unearthly beauty that makes them look like empty shells without a soul. “Lie down on the ground and don’t move a muscle!” The giant creature glares at the man who is barking out orders at him. For a minute, I expect the angel to fight back, but when another man whacks him with a whip, he does as he was told. Hands as large as the carpet in my tent press against the ground, and for the first time, I notice someone has tied up the angel’s large wings with ropes. More knots than I can count are keeping t

Frank arch a brow at her. "How do you mean?" Aria gave a shrug. "Maybe his mother was right. He doesn't like me" "Of course he does like you. I mean who wouldn't love an angel like you hmm?" He placed a quick kiss against her lip muting her protest_followed by another and another until it turned into a full blown make out section again and draining all the protest left in her body. ** It was a very sunny Sunday afternoon the next day when Aria arrived back at her house dressed in an oversized polo shirt that was obviously not hers as she stood fidgeting with the lock before pushing it open and stepping inside.

With his forehead still touching the wall, he turned cautiously, tilting it to reveal what he'd been so desperately trying to conceal from me. Ethan's eyes were pools of obsidian black. All the white had been eradicated. The blue iris was gone. The only colour that remained was the pupil that now burned an iridescent orange fire, that could have been mistaken for rage if it wasn't for the overwhelming sense of sadness that consumed his expression. Underneath his eyes, that same inky-stain that plagued his hands, was stretching down over his cheekbones, the tendrils snaking out from the edge like feathery veins under his skin. Angel wings , I thought. Like angel wings across his face .

"Go back to the palace, get this taken care of." He let out a soft whine before he lowered his head and ran away, towards the palace. I felt Ava more closer to me than ever and then I heard something. My head snapped up and I swear I saw an angel. Large white-gold wings, long silver and an ethereal silhouette. Familiar electric blue eyes met mine and for a second the whole world faded away. All I could see was her. My angel. My mate. "Avalyn." I breathed. She has wings now. She's truly a faye now, in every sense of the world.

"If you're an angel, then why are your wings black?" He didn't answer but just limited himself to looking at me, debating whether to tell me something or not. But maybe his wings were black because he was an angel of darkness, right? There is no other explanation. Good angels usually have white wings and are beings of light. But he has black wings. I don't know why but it scared me. —Carolina, there are so many things I have to tell you —she puts a hand to her hair and ruffles it— but not here, we can... can we go to your apartment? We need more privacy.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

In the darkness before him, a figure slowly filtered into view. First, the wings: undersized and gossamer-thin. Then the body deepened in color just enough for Noah to see a small, pale angel sharing his Announcer. Noah did not know him. The angels features were soft and innocent-looking, like a babys. In the cramped tunnel, his fine blond hair blew across his silver eyes in the wind that Daniels wings sent back each time they pulsed. He looked so young, but of course, he was just as old as any of them.